A Taste of Honey


Recently my friend Adam compliment a buffalo chicken dip I made and I asked if I ever considered culinary school. Although, that could have been an insult. “Think your cooking is good? Wrong! Go to school, get some training! Betty Crocker? More like…you suck!” I don’t actually think that. It was very complimentary in tone, plus the part when he said the food was good. But I have this thing, self-doubt the professionals call it, where I question these sort of compliments, usually.

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Happy Friday: Puttin’ On the Ritz


It’s one of my favorite days of the year. The Rocky Mountain Showdown. Usually the start of the season where I spend time eating food in a parking lot much like a vagabond, then go watch a bunch dudes chase a ball. On paper it appears ridiculous, in practice it is. But it’s a bunch of fun and a great reason to see friends who I don’t get to see too often. I wouldn’t change a thing about it. So every year, when Labor Day rolls around, I start to feel the excitement and anticipation of spending the next few months with the tailgate posse cheering on the Rams. It’s better than a day home with a McChicken. So let’s flip the coin and kick this thing off! Continue reading “Happy Friday: Puttin’ On the Ritz”

Swan Dive

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I know it’s been quiet around here. I haven’t posted anything for about two months. Sorry about that. Though no one has said anything, except for one person who asked why there’s no Happy Friday. But I have been dealing with some stuff and trying to figure out other things. Writing just wasn’t part of that. Although, it probably should have been. Actually I have started dabbling in some fiction work, but writing endings is hard. Everyone just dies on the way back to their home planet. But I’m going to rectify that, the posting on this site thing, not the space death endings. Ok probably the space death stuff, but that’s not the immediate priority. So expect the regular postings again.

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Happy Friday: Moonage Daydream


On Sunday night I thought, “Is the wrestling pay-per-view tonight, or next Sunday? I should look that up.” Then I don’t know if I saw something shiny or started thinking about squirrels or what, but I immediately forgot all about the pay-per-view until I was on Facebook hours later and saw results. This is just one example of the brain lapses, poor sleep, and over all weirdness I’ve felt this week. I don’t know if it’s part of the curse of the summer solstice (I’m not even sure that’s a thing), effects from the strawberry moon, or just an off week because sometimes those happen. It’s in the past now, and I’m going to spend the weekend in the sun (with plenty of sunscreen) in hopes of resetting my brain. Or frying the damn thing, but that’ll be next week’s problem. Before that, let’s get to The Essentials: Manic Monday. Dammit, I mean Happy Friday.


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Bad Art and Weirdo Ideas


Normally a hot bed of bustling activity, the 16th street mall is deserted, quiet, and calm. It’s Sunday morning and only few shops are open, mostly the ones that serve coffee. Walking this calm mall, with the sun peeking between the buildings, has become a welcomed part of my Denver Comic Con experience. I even left for the con early this year in order to experience this longer.

As I slowly made my way toward the convention center, I thought about the past couple of days. Comic Con always makes me happy, and because I can’t just accept happiness, I had to try to figure out why this was. What is so great about Comic Con that it keeps me coming back?

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Happy Friday: You’re the Best Around


There is a theory out there that every role Samuel L. Jackson has played since Pulp Fiction is just the things Jules has been doing since he decided to walk the earth. Which is fun to think about. Like he’s a bad ass version of Forrest Gump. But if you consider this idea when Vincent and Jules are in the bar before they hand the case over to Marcellus, you will notice Jules has his eyes locked on Butch. It’s almost as if this is the moment when he realizes that man is unbreakable. What a disappointing follow-up that movie was to The Sixth Sense. Here’s to hoping the weekend is a better follow-up to your week.

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The Essentials: Anthem


In “Seeking a Friend for the End of the World” with impending doom, Keira Knightly’s character grabs several records before fleeing her home with the hopes of listening to them one last time. The Essentials is an ongoing series about the ten, in no particular order, albums I would grab in such a similar situation.

I was once asked to write why I love punk rock. One of the reasons I wrote was the lyrics often expressed the feelings I had. How I felt like an outcast, and that was okay because there were other outcast feeling the same way. It’s always nice to know the feelings I’m experiencing have also been experienced by others. These sentiments are expressed, almost verbatim, with Less Than Jake’s opening lyrics on their album Anthem, “Welcome home outcast because I know how you have felt over the years.” The whole album is filled with lyrics I feel make for a nice anthem for my life. Perhaps the most aptly titled album in my music library.

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